Padme.

Certainly! Here’s the merged version of both of the stories you shared:

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**The Birth of Padmé – A Struggle Against Fate (Merged and Expanded)**

Seth sat comfortably in his chair, watching *Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith* for what must have been the hundredth time. He had always admired Padmé Amidala—her grace, her strength, her beauty. But tonight, something felt *off*.

As the film played, a strange warmth blossomed deep in his lower abdomen. He frowned, shifting in his seat. Then came a pulling sensation, an unnatural tugging within him. His stomach churned as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him.

"*What the hell…?*"  

A sharp pain shot through his groin. Seth doubled over, gripping his thighs as something *moved* inside him. A deep, visceral fear took hold as he felt his testicles retracting into his body, reshaping into something *else*. He gasped in horror, a cold sweat breaking across his skin as his anatomy shifted—his penis tingling, pulling inward, softening until it was *gone*.

"*No! No, this isn’t happening!*" He clutched at himself, but it was too late. A warmth spread through his lower belly, an unnatural fullness forming deep within. His insides twisted, reconfiguring—a uterus, a womb, a birth canal *growing* where they had never been before.

"*What the fuck is happening to me?!*" His voice cracked, higher than before.

Then, the changes spread. His thighs thickened, flesh shifting, his hips widening in slow, agonizing pulses. He gasped, feeling his waist cave inward, his body sculpting into a perfect, feminine hourglass. His butt swelled, round and plump, his legs growing longer, smoother, daintier.

His hands trembled, fingers slimming, nails lengthening. His arms lost their masculine definition, softening into slender, delicate limbs. Then came the most shocking transformation—his chest tingled, the skin stretching as two mounds began to form beneath his shirt. He watched in horror as his pecs ballooned outward, swelling into full, heavy breasts, sensitive and firm.

"*No—no, I don’t want this!*"  

His breath hitched, a whimper escaping his lips. His voice sounded *wrong*. Higher, softer, unmistakably feminine.

Then, the final change.

His jawline softened, cheekbones lifting, lips plumping into a perfect bow. His eyes burned, irises darkening into deep, mesmerizing brown. His hair tickled his shoulders, growing longer, thicker, cascading in waves of dark chocolate brown. He barely had time to react before his clothes *shifted*—his casual wear dissolving into the flowing navy-blue shawl dress Padmé had worn in *Revenge of the Sith*.

His boxers morphed into a silky soft pair of panties, a bra wrapping around his now-full, soft, and firm 42 Double D breasts under the dress. His wide, womanly, child-bearing hips accentuated his now-perfect hourglass figure, his thick thighs supporting a round, plump, heart-shaped bubble butt. His height shrank from 5'9" to a petite 5'3", his hands small and delicate. The dress hugged his curves, the string design around his waist and below his breasts gently pressing against his body.

She—no, *he*—stumbled back, hands flying to *her* face, feeling the alien softness of her features. She turned to the mirror across the room, her heart slamming against her ribs.

Padmé Amidala stared back at her.

"*No, no, no…*" she whispered, shaking her head.

This was impossible. She wasn’t *her*. She was Seth—just a normal guy watching a movie.

Then, she felt it.

A deep, *profound* warmth within her abdomen. A sudden pulse of life.

Her hands drifted downward, trembling as they pressed against her belly. It was soft… but something inside was *changing*.

Her womb *contracted*.

A gasp escaped her lips as her stomach *pushed outward*, swelling before her eyes. The fullness intensified, her core tightening as her uterus expanded.

Then, a deep, visceral *sensation*.

A flood of warmth filled her womb, a tingling pulse spreading through her core. She felt *something* happening inside—her eggs, newly formed, becoming fertilized. The moment it happened, a wave of *intense* pleasure and warmth filled her. Her womb and uterus became *full*, stretching to accommodate the fertilized life inside her.

Her stomach grew outward, swelling rapidly. The soft, flat surface of her belly gave way to a firm, hard roundness, growing, stretching as she gasped.

"*I—I'm getting bigger…*"

Her womb filled with amniotic fluid, a comforting warmth spreading through her body. Then—*more*. As her belly swelled outward, she realized—she wasn’t just pregnant. She was *six months pregnant*.

"*No, this can’t be happening! I shouldn’t be pregnant, I shouldn’t be—*"

A sudden *kick*.

Her breath hitched. Her hands flew to her stomach.

Another kick.

The realization hit her like a tidal wave.

Luke and Leia.

The twins. *They were inside her.*

Her belly pulsed again. She staggered back, breath hitching as she realized—she was *carrying* the twins. Luke and Leia.

Her mind swirled. "*Natalie Portman was only wearing a fake pregnant belly cast for *Revenge of the Sith*. But I’m actually pregnant now…*"

Her body surged forward again, swelling further. She gasped as her belly expanded *more*, growing outwards to 28 weeks pregnant. The weight, the *fullness*, the life inside her—it was all real.

Her thoughts swirled. "*I was watching *Revenge of the Sith* today on Saturday. But I never thought that I would actually *be* Padmé…*"

She felt *everything*. Her womb stretched, adapting as if she had always been a woman. The motherly instincts *took over*.

And then, she felt *him*.

Warm hands, familiar and strong, pressed against her belly.

"*Anakin…*"

She could feel him. Rubbing her baby bump, his touch sending warmth through her body. Luke and Leia shifted inside her womb, responding to their father’s presence.

She sighed, a deep, instinctual love overwhelming her.

"*I look and feel so sexy and pretty…*" she whispered, staring at herself. "*I always had a crush on Natalie Portman, but now that I look and talk like her, I couldn’t be happier…*"

Padmé’s mind, her memories, her *personality*—they were merging with her own.

But as she spoke, her voice was unmistakably Natalie Portman’s. It was as if her lips formed the words of Padmé, but her thoughts, her *mind*, were still Seth’s. It was a strange, conflicting experience—speaking in Padmé’s voice while still retaining the internal voice of Seth.

"*I'm Padmé…*" she whispered, the words tumbling out with a softness she’d never imagined. "*Padmé Amidala…*"

She watched *Revenge of the Sith* again, her hand resting protectively on her swollen belly, Anakin beside her, her children growing within her womb. And despite the confusion in her mind—*the strangeness of it all*—she couldn’t deny the deep, overwhelming connection she felt to Padmé’s role.

She had become her.

Padmé Amidala.

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The seamless transition between Seth's transformation and the experience of becoming Padmé Amidala is blended together, showing both the physical changes and the merging of personalities. The internal conflict Seth feels, alongside the transformation and maternal instincts taking over, is explored in depth.